Professor Plotkin was a high school english teacher. He loved his job, but one particular kid gave him trouble. This was Alex. Alex was a total jerk, but the professor gave him some slack because his mother had the most beautifull feet in the world. The professor decided to arrange in meeting in which he would tickle his mature princess.
It was five o'clock when rachel walked into the class room. She was 5,6, medium build, with shoulder length brown hair. She wore a cotton top, jeans, and black high heels.
- Good evening Mrs. Jacko.
- Good Evening Professor.
- Let's get to the point shall we? Your son is failing miserably. He refuses to complete his assignments and he never studies. Unless drastic action is taken, he will have to repeat the year.
Rachel sat in the desk facing the Professor.
- Oh dear. Is there anything i can do?
- Yes. you could assist me in an experiment. afterwords, i will aide your son in english.
Rachel was reluctant at first. Experiment? what was he talking about? but she was willing to risk it.
-Ok.
- Good. Now sit on top of the desk, and open your legs at precicesly a forty five degree angle.
Rachel did as instructed.
- Professor, what is the point of this?
- Simple my lady. I called you here to TICKLE YOU.
THe professor immediately grabbed rachel's inner thighs and started squeezing.
-NOAHAHAHAHAHAHADON'THAAHAHAHAHAHa.
Rachel fell back and landed in the seat behind her. Professor Plotkin took position between her legs and furiously scratched her crotch with all ten fingers.
- kootchie!kootchie!kootchie! You're son will fail unless you agree to one of two lings.
-NEHAHAHAHEVER YOU BAHAHAHASTAHAHAD HAHAHAHAHAH I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTEDAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
- No problem. i've arranged for a laughing gas spill. People will think it was the gas that made you laugh to death.
Not thinking clearly, Rachel would do anything for him to leave her crotch alone. it was her most ticklish part. The tickling got worse as the Professor wormed one hand into her jeans and tickled her bare clit.
-NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIAHAHAHCAHAHAAHN'T TAKE IT ON THE CLIIIIITEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHI'llHAHAHaHAHAHDO ANYTHEEEEEINGHEHEHEHAAAA.
- All right then. take off your shoes and put your feet on my desk. If i tickle your nylons for two hours, ALex will pass. If you pull away, i will restrain you, tear off your jeans and panties, and tickle your vagina and clitoris till you die.
-OHAHAOHAHAHAOKHAHAHAHAHAHOKAHAHAHAHJUST STAHAHAAP.
As instructed, Rachel removed her shoes and placed her black nyloned feet on the desk. Professor Plotkin took a length of rope from a desk drawer, and secured her feet to the desk top. He then took out his electric toothbrush.
- Ready?
- oh no. please not thatHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHAHAAH.
THe professor dragged the brush across her archers, under and between her toes, and over the balls of her feet for twenty minutes. He then dropped the brush and finger tickled her for forty five minutes.
Rachel was screaming with laughter. She had already wet herself after fifteen minutes. Apart from her crotch, her feet were the most ticklish spot on her boody. She refused to beg until the professor began to bite and lick her feet.
- NOAHAHAHAHNO PLEASEHAHAHAAHA PROFESSOR HAHAHAAHAH IT TICKLES TO MUAHACH AHAHAHAHAHAHSTAHAHAP PLEEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHA.
Ten minutes passed by. Then the Professor took out his comb, and combed every inch of her nylon clad feet till she was unconcious. using an old hyponitcs trick, he convinced her it was all dream. this happened once every week till Alex graduated. till this day, Rachel has no memory of any of the ticklings. But the professor sure does.
It was five o'clock when rachel walked into the class room. She was 5,6, medium build, with shoulder length brown hair. She wore a cotton top, jeans, and black high heels.
- Good evening Mrs. Jacko.
- Good Evening Professor.
- Let's get to the point shall we? Your son is failing miserably. He refuses to complete his assignments and he never studies. Unless drastic action is taken, he will have to repeat the year.
Rachel sat in the desk facing the Professor.
- Oh dear. Is there anything i can do?
- Yes. you could assist me in an experiment. afterwords, i will aide your son in english.
Rachel was reluctant at first. Experiment? what was he talking about? but she was willing to risk it.
-Ok.
- Good. Now sit on top of the desk, and open your legs at precicesly a forty five degree angle.
Rachel did as instructed.
- Professor, what is the point of this?
- Simple my lady. I called you here to TICKLE YOU.
THe professor immediately grabbed rachel's inner thighs and started squeezing.
-NOAHAHAHAHAHAHADON'THAAHAHAHAHAHa.
Rachel fell back and landed in the seat behind her. Professor Plotkin took position between her legs and furiously scratched her crotch with all ten fingers.
- kootchie!kootchie!kootchie! You're son will fail unless you agree to one of two lings.
-NEHAHAHAHEVER YOU BAHAHAHASTAHAHAD HAHAHAHAHAH I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTEDAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
- No problem. i've arranged for a laughing gas spill. People will think it was the gas that made you laugh to death.
Not thinking clearly, Rachel would do anything for him to leave her crotch alone. it was her most ticklish part. The tickling got worse as the Professor wormed one hand into her jeans and tickled her bare clit.
-NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHIAHAHAHCAHAHAAHN'T TAKE IT ON THE CLIIIIITEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHI'llHAHAHaHAHAHDO ANYTHEEEEEINGHEHEHEHAAAA.
- All right then. take off your shoes and put your feet on my desk. If i tickle your nylons for two hours, ALex will pass. If you pull away, i will restrain you, tear off your jeans and panties, and tickle your vagina and clitoris till you die.
-OHAHAOHAHAHAOKHAHAHAHAHAHOKAHAHAHAHJUST STAHAHAAP.
As instructed, Rachel removed her shoes and placed her black nyloned feet on the desk. Professor Plotkin took a length of rope from a desk drawer, and secured her feet to the desk top. He then took out his electric toothbrush.
- Ready?
- oh no. please not thatHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHAHAAH.
THe professor dragged the brush across her archers, under and between her toes, and over the balls of her feet for twenty minutes. He then dropped the brush and finger tickled her for forty five minutes.
Rachel was screaming with laughter. She had already wet herself after fifteen minutes. Apart from her crotch, her feet were the most ticklish spot on her boody. She refused to beg until the professor began to bite and lick her feet.
- NOAHAHAHAHNO PLEASEHAHAHAAHA PROFESSOR HAHAHAAHAH IT TICKLES TO MUAHACH AHAHAHAHAHAHSTAHAHAP PLEEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHA.
Ten minutes passed by. Then the Professor took out his comb, and combed every inch of her nylon clad feet till she was unconcious. using an old hyponitcs trick, he convinced her it was all dream. this happened once every week till Alex graduated. till this day, Rachel has no memory of any of the ticklings. But the professor sure does.
